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Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs
in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby
turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves. >>
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo.
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish
persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that.
Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare,"
featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It":
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors,
from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook. >>
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=696776817#696776817
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
(Original text restored.)
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
(Original text restored.)
marika wrote:
HarryLime <mpsilvertone> wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs
in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby
turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves. >>>
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo.
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish
persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that.
Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare," >>> featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It": >>>
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors,
from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=696776817#696776817
***
Will-Dockery wrote:
marika wrote:
HarryLime <mpsilvertone> wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs >>>> in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby
turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo. >>>>
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish
persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that.
Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare," >>>> featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It": >>>>
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors, >>>> from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=696776817#696776817
***
he is putting "something" into his mouth).
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
(Original text restored, moved from the troll thread.)
NancyGene wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
marika wrote:
HarryLime <mpsilvertone> wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs >>>>> in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby >>>>> turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo. >>>>>
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish
persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that. >>>>> Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare," >>>>> featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It": >>>>>
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors, >>>>> from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=696776817#696776817
***
he is putting "something" into his mouth).
It looks like he's chewing a piece of hsy as seen in many "farmer" images.
HTH and HAND.
Will-Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
marika wrote:
HarryLime <mpsilvertone> wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs >>>>>> in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby >>>>>> turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo. >>>>>>
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish >>>>>> persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that. >>>>>> Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare," >>>>>> featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It": >>>>>>
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors, >>>>>> from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
This is a response to the post seen at:
http://www.jlaforums.com/viewtopic.php?p=696776817#696776817
***
he is putting "something" into his mouth).
It looks like he's chewing a piece of hsy as seen in many "farmer" images. >>
HTH and HAND.
The space between his fingers, palm, and thumb indicates that he is holding something much larger than a piece of hay. Possibly a fat cigar
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
marika wrote:
HarryLime <mpsilvertone> wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
]Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
***
Original text restored.
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
EfyA
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs >>>>>>> in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby >>>>>>> turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
[...]
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo. >>>>>>>
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish >>>>>>> persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that. >>>>>>> Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare,"
featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It":
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors, >>>>>>> from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of thedreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
[Original discussion restored.]
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he is putting "something" into his mouth).
It looks like he's chewing a piece of hsy as seen in many "farmer" images. >>>
HTH and HAND.
The space between his fingers, palm, and thumb indicates that he is holding something much larger than a piece of hay. Possibly a fat cigar
Possibly.
Since I wasn't born yet when this photograph was taken, I don't know for sure.
"Will-Dockery" wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
Probably depends on his mood that day
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs
in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby >>>>>>> turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
Again, thanks for this information.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
Thanks for the information.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
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As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
Carl Sandburg, among other great poets, obviously didn't get the memo.
EfyA
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
No, see below.
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish >>>>>>> persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that. >>>>>>> Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare,"
featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
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The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Again, the person in the dream appeared to be a native American, specifically of the Creek Indian tribe.
(See JLA Forums attachment below.)
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It":
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Interesting.
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors,
from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of the >>>>>>> dreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
I tend to lean to the Carl Jung textbook, archetypes, man sn his symbols, things like that.
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he is putting "something" into his mouth).
It looks like he's chewing a piece of hsy as seen in many "farmer" images.
HTH and HAND.
The space between his fingers, palm, and thumb indicates that he is holding something much larger than a piece of hay. Possibly a fat cigar
Possibly.
Since I wasn't born yet when this photograph was taken, I don't know for sure.
Please tell Mr. Phillips to cut it out on the colorizations. He is making the subjects in the photos look like grotesque space aliens.
"HarryLime" wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
Again, there's no clown in my poem.
The poem is describing an American Indian, Creek tribe, specifically.
HTH and HAND.
It doesn't matter, Donkey.
Since you claim to be part Creek, the Native American would still represent you.
And since symbols, by definition, have multiple layers of meaning, the clown/fool meaning would fit in perfectly with the dream content -- as would the fact that Native Americans were often victimized by whites.
A boy being sexually abused by his father could very well imagine himself as *both* a fool (he feels embarrassed by, and ashamed of, the situation) and as a Native American (the proud warrior being exploited by white men).
We definitely don't believe that Dockery is part Muscogee (the proper term). He has offered no proof. If anything, he is part African American (nothing wrong with that, and the hair fits).
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Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
MMP: Do you often dream of clowns?
There's no clown in my poem.
Sure there is.
No, there isn't.
I've already explained that a man in an outfit made up of many colors is either the biblical Joseph, or a clown.
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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HarryLime <mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid> wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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[quote="Will-Dockery"]Return of my Father
DONKEY:
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
Do you often dream of clowns?
I dreamt of pre Kaitlyn Bruce Jenner, does that count?
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
MMP: More of your patented "trees behind trees" nonsense.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
MMP: Do you often dream of breasts? How often are your dream breasts covered with warts or pox?
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
MMP: Turtles don't raise their young. The female turtle buries her eggs
in the fall and leaves them. In the spring, the eggs hatch. The baby turtles dig their way out of the earth and are left to fend for themselves.
The is no such thing as a mama turtle.
The mama turtle smiled.
MMP: Turtles are incapable of smiling as they don't the necessary facial muscles.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
MMP: For some reason Moms and DirtNap were alive, too.
As a dream, the narrative isn't particularly interesting. I'm sure the symbols mean something to the dreamer's subconscious, but their significance is lost on the average reader.
As a poem... it's nothing but chopped prose.
As per usual, when reading a Will Donkey poem, I feel as if I'm trapped
in a bar listening to an old drunk ramble on incoherently about his
nothing of a past. Line 14 should be broken into two sentences: period after "something," delete "as," begin new sentence with "I watched Pops."
There's no clown in my poem.
MMP: Sure there is.
Here's what Dunce's "trusted source" has to say on the matter:
The Auguste is known for their over-the-top, clumsy, and buffoonish persona, and their brightly colored, mismatched attire reflects that. Appearance: Their wardrobe is often described as a "tailor's nightmare," featuring baggy clothes in loud patterns like polka dots, stripes, and plaids.
[END QUOTE]
The tramp clown will also wear outfits with brightly colored patches all over it.
Court jesters and fools also wear many colored outfits (described as "motley").
Here's a speech by Melancholy Jacques in Shakespeare's "As You Like It":
"A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms"and yet a motley fool."
Unless your dream was referring to Joseph and the coat of many colors,
from "Genesis" (extremely doubtful), the unidentified man in your dream was a clown.
No, the man was a Native American, Creek Indian.
MMP: Had it been a Native American in your dream, you would have described him as such.
Besides, a Creek Indian does not fit into the symbolic content of the dreamwork, whereas a man in a clown's/fool's outfit is practically textbook.
It was a nondescript man wearing colorful, motley clothing. Your preconscious filtered the image from a clown to a man, but the symbolic relevance remains the same (the preconscious filters out information that your conscious would not want to be made aware of). The nondescript
nature of the man's identity is also a preconscious attempt to filter out the identity of the Fool.
The image of Pops squatting down, carefully, repeatedly patting the earth around a freshly planted tree is fraught with sexual connotation. The sapling would represent a P*nis: the tree is a symbol of life/fertility,
as well as an erect P*nis (a woody, pole, etc.). The question is whether Pops was masturbating himself, or someone else. I'm leaning toward the latter interpretation, as the tree (the erect P*nis) is separate from him.
The clown (or fool) is the man Pops is masturbating. He is watching what
is going on, but is distanced from the act (distancing is a common psychological process for dealing with traumatic incidents) and is
feeling like a fool. Symbolically, the fool represents a man or boy that Pops is sexually abusing.
The strikingly colorful outfit is showing that the abused individual
feels that everyone who looks at him can see that he is a victim of
sexual abuse/incest, and symbolic of the overwhelming sense of shame that he feels as a result.
And, since it's your dream, the identity of the clown/fool is practically a given.
When Brother Dave appears with two turtles: a baby and a smiling mother,
it symbolizes the contrastingly happy parental relationship enjoyed by Brother Dave. Being younger (and probably more cognitively challenged), Dave is under his mother's full-time care, and therefore less likely to
be left alone with Pops.
However, there are no secrets in a shed -- regardless of how hard one attempts to turn a blind eye to it (or, in this case, act like Moms and Dave and close themselves up within their shells), so all three (Moms, Dave, and the Fool watch silently as Pops continues patting the dirt (dirty/smut/filth) around the sapling (the Fool's P*nis).
No, not necessarily.
MMP: You don't think that the presence of a Creek Indian would be
important to the dream -- whether in regard to analysis/interpretation or to simply replicating the dream content?
The fact that you *claim* is was an Indian from a specific tribe, implies that this would have been highly significant.
But even if you remember the Fool/Clown as a Creek Indian, let's look at the other characters in your dream:
1) Your father.
2) Your mother.
3) Your brother.
Who's missing from this family portrait?
The man in the many-colored outfit is you. The preconscious often censors the imagery of the dream -- especially when the content has been
repressed due to the psychological/emotional distress the real life event caused. Thus "Will Dockery" is turned into a nondescript man in a many-colored suit (symbolically associated with a Fool). Either the preconscious or your conscious mind may have further attempted to censor the dream symbol by "remembering" it as a Creek Indian. And, because even repressed/censored symbols retain a portion of their meaning, Native Americans were victims of white American abuses.
The Creek/Fool/Will Dockery figure is observing the scene from a
distance, much as a dreamer observes his dream from a distance, much as a victim of abuse distances himself from the action as a coping mechanism.
The dream is your subconscious' attempt to address a repressed memory from your childhood.
It's symbolic message is coming across loud and clear. You've only to
stop resisting in order to understand, to deal with it -- and hopefully grow from the experience.
Another point to ponder is the multilayered irony in the symbolic meanings of the turtles.
Superficially, they represent Moms and DirtNap a) as having a happy familial relationship ("Happy Together") as opposed to your abusive relationship with Pops, and b) as being aware of your abusive situation, but closing themselves off to it (retreating into their shells of blissful ignorance).
However, there are much more disturbing ironies at play. "Happy Together" not only comments (somewhat bitterly) on the blissful relationship
between Moms and Dave, but on the abusive relationship between the Native American/Fool/Will and his Pops. But the irony here is a double-edged sword, for it also hints that Will and his abusive Pops may actually be "Happy Together" as well.
After all, sex acts produce physical sensations that are extremely pleasurable. Therefore, even if Creek/Fool/Will were a victim (and in intense psychological distress), his body was nevertheless responding to the act/s in a pleasurable way. This conflict between mind/emotion and
body would have been devastating to the child, making him wonder if he
were secretly Homose*ual and/or in love/lust with Pops.
This repressed fear would also explain your often rabid homophobia today.
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Will-Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
Return of my Father
Pops was squatting, patting dirt,
around a row of plum trees.
Slowly, carefully patting dirt
like he did when he was alive.
Another guy was standing nearby
wearing lots of colors in lots of shades.
The light was bright, cool.
To the right were apple trees.
There were two or three of these.
And other trees behind the plum trees,
with fruit like I've never seen.
I wanted to ask the other guy standing by
what they were, yellow, melon-like,
with bumps or something, as I watched Pops,
squinting and brown, happily patting dirt.
My brother, young and head shaved,
found two turtles, a mama and her baby.
The mama turtle smiled.
My mother was there and had grey hair.
My brother was a kid with a shaved head.
And for some reason Pops was alive, patting dirt.
-Will Dockery
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